I don't heart conversation hearts. They're not terribly creative, and they taste like Tums. So I was pleased when a coworker engaged a few of us in a friendly game of "Desecrate the
Converation Heart." It started innocently enough, with said coworker asking for everyone's vote for funniest conversation heart. It ended with the following submissions:
love is lame, I heart dick, rock my vag, and fist me.
Classy bunch. And the hands-down winner (offered by a girl who's been mistaken for a Mary Kay rep more than once):
milk my prostate
Slow day at the office.